There was a distinct disdain that Kristoph held for this city since arriving. Home had seen him crafting a sort of empire, a domain since the downfall of Phoenix Wright, and here was he without that careful crafting and all the trust he accrued with wise words and charming curves of his lips. People trusted Kristoph, that so-called sparkle in his blue eyes, and he would have to grow that again while making every move to survive. Perhaps it was for the better that there were familiar faces, people he could pull further under his hands.
❝Miss Skye, it is a pleasure to find you here, despite our circum- stances. It is a shame how little we knew each other back home but word of your conduct has certainly traveled to me by Klavier's mouth. Perhaps the chance to rectify that is something good this place can offer to us.❞
